AUTHOR’S POV
Jett barely waited for the gates to finish sliding open before driving into the driveway. Gravel crunched beneath his tires as he parked crookedly in front of Reed's house, cutting the engine abruptly. He slammed the door behind him and dashed to the front door, without bothering to knock.
The door was unlocked.
His footsteps echoed on the marble floors as he walked straight to the stairs, two at a time. Approaching Reed's bedroom, he raised his fist to knock but paused. The door was not completely shut.
Jett hesitated for only a second before pushing it open. But except for the faint light that filtered through the curtains, the room was pitch black. The bed was perfectly made, with no rumpled sheets or out-of-place pillows, indicating that it had been used the night be
